This is such a new sensation, I let myself drift into the moment.
When his calloused palm cups my breast, his thumb creates an arc of electricity when it circles my peaked nipple.
“Fuck, Jen. You’ve been so hard to resist,” he groans as he rises, kneeling to rip his soaked shirt from his chest.
Why have I never noticed how hairy he is? Thick dark curls cover his broad chest.
As I dig my nails into it, his heart slams in his rib cage, pounding a fervent rhythm with each teasing stroke.
He’s more beast than he pretends to be.
I hate that it makes me want him more.
Nostrils flaring, he lowers himself, his mouth leaving a path of fire down my chest.
It’s so different from my first time with the monster who tried to tear me in two.
Hudson’s tongue follows the invisible line, where my belly was torn and jagged, now his sultry kisses bring a different ache.
A need.
A wanton desire to have him bathe me in his scent.
To have him seep from my very pores.
“Please.” My begging whimper crests just as his scalding mouth closes over my swollen clit.
Raging fire erupts like a poison, enveloping my limbs in its numbing inferno.
Having someone touch me that isn’t clinical, surgical, or cold…I haven’t experienced this kind of pleasure for decades.
Ever.
I’ve been caught in a loop of being bled and harvested. Used for my healing.
His growl vibrates through my pelvis. “How did I know you’d taste this perfect?” Whiskers tickle the edges of my slick pussy as he dives into me with fervor.
Licking.
Nipping.
Teasing me higher until he pushes two fingers into me, tipping me into a shuddering release.
I clench around his knuckles, writhing on the blanket until I fist his hair, tugging his torturous mouth away.
His moan and twitching on the bed is soon drenching the air with the pungent salty smell of his own climax.
“Holy shit. Having you come like that…it’s too much to handle.” He shifts to his elbow and unzips his khakis.Breathlessly, I fall back against the pillows, then stare at the ceiling. “Does that mean you’re done?”
Figures.
“Hardly,” he grunts. “I can do that over and over since the virus.” As if to prove himself, he pushes up, then kicks off his pants.
Jesus.
I know he’s a big guy, towering over me and twice as broad across his shoulders.
But I may have deluded myself into thinking he’d be “normal” down there.
